August 15, 2016:

Johnny Careful-With-Germs wipes the seat down with disinfectant before planting his superspecial ass in an upgraded seat. No random passenger's cast-off virus will remain to penetrate his skinnyjeans or his Pendleton shirt. Q-U-A-R-A-N-T-I-N-E. He'll grow up to be Howard Hughes. Even the city is correct.

I strategically conceal my black messenger bag behind the leg of my black Levi's: granted the overheads are full, the illegal floor is what there is. So far so good.

"Ladies and gentlemen an update from the flight deck..."